Bro, I'm Begging You-Could You Bring a Little More Brainpower Before Going Out Next Time?

"Exactly."

Clearly, this Demonic Cultivator really was not very bright. Hearing Fang Mo's explanation, he actually nodded and admitted, "I do feel rather mysterious right now..."

"Pfft."

Seeing the serious, earnest look on his face, Fang Mo immediately broke.

"..."

Yet no one else laughed. Instead, they stared at the Demonic Cultivator across from them as though facing a formidable enemy. The cultivators from Joyful Union Hall in particular had broken out in a fine layer of sweat across their foreheads.

"Hm?"

The Demonic Cultivator had clearly heard Fang Mo laugh and seemed puzzled. "...Why does Your Excellency laugh?"

"I thought of something funny."

Fang Mo brushed him off casually, then waved his hand and got straight to the point. "But that stuff isn't important. Compared to such trivial matters... I'm more curious why you suddenly came here looking for trouble."

"What?"

The Demonic Cultivator seemed slightly stunned, but quickly explained, "I have no intention of becoming enemies with Your Excellency. I merely wished to represent the Northern Demon Sect..."

"You personally don't intend to be my enemy, so the entire Northern Demon Sect does?"

Fang Mo stroked his chin.

"No."

The Demonic Cultivator opposite him was quite straightforward, immediately shaking his head. "Our Northern Demon Sect greatly admires Your Excellency, which is why they sent me here... It is merely that certain words cannot be spoken openly. So please give me a little time. Once I kill all these eyesores, I will discuss my purpose with Your Excellency in detail."

"You!"

Hearing this, several Joyful Union Hall cultivators immediately panicked. "Demon Lord Huan Xue! Our Joyful Union Hall has always stayed out of each other's affairs with you..."

"I know."

After hearing them, the Demonic Cultivator—or rather, Demon Lord Huan Xue—slowly turned to look at them. "But you dared